A Poem Written on Phone

By Chen Zihong

The youth and grammar are both in shadow behind,
or right here where choice theory to hide.
I look out at Western Hills from window 15th floor,
Spiderflower blooms on inside back of a brochure,
Kunming now is like an electric pot boiling in hotel room.

I spent the afternoon teaing and reading,
poem translating & writing, the only way to shun idleness.
The sun just shines, or you come or not,
of course it just glistering,
over the neighborhood where I walk with my bare hands.

Kunming, Oct. 16, 2018/ tr. by the author

本诗英文译文及所附中文原诗已获作者授权，未经作者（作者同时亦是译者）许可，谢绝任何转载及用于任何商业用途。

【中文原文】

写在手机上的诗

青春岁月和句读都在身后的影子里，
或许里面也藏着抉择论。
我在15楼的窗口眺望西山，
宣传册封三开着黑龙潭的醉蝶花，
昆明此刻正像房间里翻翻开的电水壶。

整个下午我都在喝茶、看书，
避开慵懒的唯一方法就是翻译和写诗。
阳光正好，你或来你或不来，
当然阳光正在照耀，
照向我空着双手走过的街坊。

                  2018年10月16日  昆明